the mysterious fangurl(izaya x reader x shizuo)

Don't have a temporary superpower phenomenon

disclaimer: durarara!! does not belong to me. i am just your average fangurl who makes fanfictions
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Your POV:

Eh?

"Kadota-san, come back to us!!"

"Oh gosh! Well, to be fair you were a bit too close for comfort Dotachin."

No way.

The loud frantic voices erupting into chaos just beside me oddly helped in facilitating the process of recovering my sense of rationality and awareness, and I no longer felt as muddled as before. With a few blinks I could once again view the world in high definition, and even the strength seemed to be returning to my limbs.

I should be so glad and relieved.

But,

I raised my right palm, watching its surface redden alarmingly as a stinging throb of pain began to spread throughout the area. It felt like hours for my eyes to shift over to the side, where the man called 'Dotachin' was slumped against the shop's structure, groaning as he held the left side of his face--where a big red handprint seemed to have magically appeared.

Like a big reveal, my shaking lips parted to launch a small gasp into the atmosphere.

A not-so-inconspicuous stare was lingering on my frame, as if purposefully wanting me to direct attention to it; even though it belonged to the same lady clerk from before who had scared me off, it was no longer unwelcoming or intimidating in the least. Now, she looked quite horrified, hastily turning away just as our eyes locked for the second time.

Just like the lady in the shop, only horror was filling my expression.

You've got to be kidding me right?

Maybe if I stay and try to clear this up, everything will be fine.

"I-I'm..."

Who am I kidding, I'm probably not gonna do that.

"I-M SO SORRY!!"

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Oh my god,

I really did it.

My legs felt numb again, but rather than weak, it was as if my movements were light as a feather: like the wind was carrying my legs effortlessly to the other end of this ridiculously long pavement lane, away from the crime scene I had just fled.

W-what do I do!?!?! Before I knew it I was already running and now it's too far to go back and clear this up...I didn't even think I was in that great of shape, especially after that weird incident with Shizu-chan and Tom-san!

And Akane-chan with the taser.

What is it then? Ah, don't tell me it's that phenomenon where people can gain superpowers temporarily when they're caught in a bad situation.

Like how I just slapped an innocent man that helped me, and now I'm making a run for it like a criminal?

Exactly!!

Wait, was this how I managed to stalk everyone and escape!?

I could just barely make out the abrupt shouts of annoyance and bewildered exclamations as the unsuspecting people of this city known as Ikebukuro narrowly escaped a potential collision, but even their flustered yells were son too distant to be distinguished.

Where was I running to again?

I don't know.

Who was I trying to find again?

I don't know.

My vision was blurring again, but now it wasn't because I was going to faint.

Everything felt like a mess.

In this city known as Ikebukuro, why am I such a stranger?

I don't know.

If I can't even help myself, how am I going to help anyone?

Like Kida-kun, or Shizu-chan, or Sonohara-san, or Akane-chan...even Celty-san...

I don't--

'Do you know what I'm trying to say (Y/n)-Chan? You interest me, so much. And I want to see more of what you can do.'

Oh right.

I could feel teardrops falling from the movement of my eyelids widening, and I could once again make out the rigid patterns in the pavement floors.

I remember now.

I have to stop Izaya-kun from whatever he's planning on doing with all these good people.

Even if I can't help myself, if it means I can help anyone of these people who've shown me kindness even though I should be nothing but a stranger to them, even a little bit...

I didn't think I could run any faster than I already was, but I did.

Maybe this really was the temporary superpower phenomenon.

I won't stop this time, and I'll do it right properly.

This time I won't mess things up, and I'll succeed.

Those nice people too, I should find them someday to apologise, especially that guy called 'Dotachin'...

Although It'll be so awkward I'll die!

No! Get back your resolve (Y/n), don't lose!

I won't stop, I won't stop, I won't sto-

"Oof."

I stopped.

Sadly, my temporary superpower phenomenon came to a stop too, as I had collided into something warm, yet firm.

Damn, my legs really do feel numb.

I could feel my knees promptly buckling from the forceful impact, but instead of struggling I closed my eyes, deciding to bravely accept my fate this time.

Until I felt a strong grip seizing my arm with ease, rescuing me from my fate.

Just like before.

I didn't collide into something.

I collided into someone, warm yet firm.

No way, right?

Don't tell me the temporary superpower phenomenon is still going on.

"Whoa there, you okay, (Y/n)-chan?"

"...R-rocchi-san...?!"

No, it's definitely stopped.